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Today I learned that the university of Coimbra in Portugal has a great 18th-century library, the Biblioteca Joanina, that maintains a colony of bats to effectively control the population of paper-eating insects called papirófagos. These bats are less than an inch long. They roost during the day behind the bookcases and come out at night. There doesn’t seem to be any English word for papirófago, a cursory search turns up no details about what sort of insect they are, and ngl I am slightly concerned about them as a phenomenon. But I think my overarching point here is clear:

This library keeps tiny bats that look after the books.

spookyloop

I’m here for tiny bats saving books.

daily-batty-dose

Aaaahhh!!

zoi-no-miko

What good and noble tiny flitters!!!! <3

donnaimmaculata

My nayme is Batt And wen its nite On sylente wings I flye to fite

The lybrarie’s My battlefielde Papir’fagoes Haffe to be killed

My foes emerge From payper nooks I eate them all

I sayve the books

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airborneranger63

Do u ever think about how dogs, who have 2 colour receptors, see an apple as grayish yellow, while humans have 3 and see it as red, and mantis shrimp have 12, and see it another monstrous colour altogether?

How none of us are necessarily correct, and the apple itself, is not really any colour, it’s just a fruit minding its own goddamn business??

Fucking fascinating

airborneranger63

We don’t know how ANYTHING TASTES, SOUNDS, LOOKS, FEELS, OR SMELLS

madness-to-my-method

If you think about it just a bit too much like I did, you’ll reach the conclusion that nothing really tastes, sounds, looks, feels or smells. It’s just your brain’s interpretation of chemical composition, vibrations, the way things reflect light, more vibrations and chemical composition again

pawpels

Reality can’t be proven to exist outside of our ability to perceive it through our senses but our senses can’t be trusted so basically nothing is real do what you want

asundergrowth

Today on Tumblr Accidentally Recapitulates Wittgenstein’s Theory of Experiential Epistomology

asundergrowth

Tfw you shitpost so hard you accidentally write a beautiful summary of the defining breakthrough of 20th century philosophy.

fuliajulia

when you shitpost so hard you become a presocratic

maxistentialist-deactivated2020

Every word in this headline is funnier than the one before it.

demisatyr

a worthy rival

buddyblanc

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humansofnewyork

“Adults guess and assume that I’m not going to understand things just because I’m a little kid. And it can be frustrating. Cause, like, I really want to know stuff. Or even when they do talk to me about things, they’ll always try to ‘tone it down to my level.’ They especially avoid the heavy themes like sex and death and cannibalism and stuff. But that’s stuff I want to talk about. I’m really fascinated by the Donner Party. The entire expedition, really. What did it feel like to eat people that you knew? I’m also fascinated by how the human mind deals with death. It’s like people shut down the idea of death completely, and insist that heaven and hell are places after death. But death is death. And everyone after death is dead, because consciousness is just your brain. And even if there is evidence of life after death, it’s difficult to assess. We’re going to be incredibly biased toward any information that suggests there’s something more. Because we are so desperate to believe it.”

humansofnewyork

“He’d taken charge of so much during our relationship. He was twelve years older than me, so he made all the decisions: where to go, what to eat, what we were going to buy. He didn’t even like me working. So when he died my life was a mess, literally. I wasn’t quite a hoarder, but close. There was laundry everywhere. The couch was covered with worn shirts. You couldn’t even find a spoon on the table. I couldn’t stand it, so I left it all behind. I travelled for two years, living off the life insurance, running from misery. But I kept losing my passport. Over and over again. It infuriated me. And that’s how I finally became orderly. By getting so angry that I couldn’t take it anymore. I began with my luggage. I organized everything. I made a place for my papers and keys. Oh, it felt good. I loved it. I could finally relax. To be organized is to be at rest. You should see my home now! It’s immaculate. Everything has a place. All the clothes are put away. I actually use a catalogue to fold them so they’re all the same size. I love every little detail. Organizing has become my art. It’s how I express myself. In February I’m going to the butler academy. It’s a lottery ticket. It’s my dream job. I want to live in a beautiful house, together with a family, and take care of them. I want to take away all the chaos in their life. To order things. To arrange things. To be the one who always has the passports.” (Amsterdam, The Netherlands)

brucebocchi

turnipfritters

helperhoopoe

remember to cry for help without guilt-tripping. i know it feels like you’ve been abandoned and betrayed, but it’s probably not true, and it’s not okay to accuse the people around you of something they might not have done.

“i guess none of you like me” could be better phrased as “i feel unloved right now”

“but nobody cares anyway” could be better phrased as “i feel insignificant and i need reassurance”

rather than assuming others’ feelings, give them time to explain them. you’ll usually get a much better answer.